Princess Jenny - Youre an ass smeller

Princess Jenny's cat-eyed gaze swept across the pathetic creature before her. Her high-waisted jeans hugging her perfect ass, accentuating her round cheeks and tight arsehole. She snapped her fingers, ordering him to his knees. The loser immediately obeyed, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "So, today you're going to get a lesson in ass smelling," she purred, her voice dripping with contempt. "Just like the pathetic fucktoy that you are." With a flick of her wrist, Princess Jenny plopped down onto his face, her ass landing squarely on his chin. He gagged, feeling the jeans rub against his nose and mouth as he struggled not to inhale her intoxicating scent. She was right; he was an ass smeller now. "Keep your head in position," she commanded, using her hand to push his head deeper into her crotch. "Imagine this is your new home." Despite his discomfort, the loser couldn't deny how aroused he felt by the warmth of her ass against his face. He breathed in her scent, letting it fill his nostrils and brain. It was the most taboo and exhilarating thing he'd ever experienced. "What's that?" Princess Jenny purred, keeping her perfect behind firmly planted on his face. "You think you're too heavy for me? Well, guess what?" She leaned forward, arching her back so her round, tight ass cheeks were pushed up towards him. "I don't care!" With that, she sat back down on his face, the weight of her ass pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move. He was her ass smeller now, and there was nothing he could do about it. "That's it, loser," she growled, her tone softening. "Just enjoy being my ass smeller." As much as he hated admitting it, the loser couldn't deny that he was enjoying this. Princess Jenny's ass was the perfect blend of softness and firmness, with just a hint of sweat and musk that drove him wild. He smelled her ass, inhaling her every molecule, as his own desires grew stronger. And so, he remained her ass smeller, knowing that she had total control over him. The scent of her ass was all he needed to be completely consumed by his desires, and Princess Jenny was the one who controlled that scent. It was an intoxicating power dynamic, and he was hooked. Wrapped in a sense of submission and pure pleasure, he continued to be her ass smeller, lost in the incredible scent of her perfect ass.